"Good luck with that. You guys are pretty much in here until they decide to free you, put you to work, or kill you. May as well sit back, read a book and wiat for time to pass by."
The voice came from a corner of the cell and the young man was seen with his glasses firm doing just what he suggested. He then stood up and introduced himself.]
"The name is Arnakis Frois, you may call me Arnak."
Naeleth laughs to himself, it seems as if he is being ignored by his new group of friends.
"Well there are a few things I could do to help you all I guess. Exactly what kind of people are you all dealing with? Does it seem like they could be reasoned with or would a seven nation army raining down upon their homes make them more sensible to others pleas?"